When he started lifting my legs up I could feel his cock going deeper into me. That was what I wanted. My loud moans, and the occasional gasp, were to encourage him to do more. He did, by lifting my legs even higher. Only stopping when they were over my shoulders.
If it was Brad that was fucking me, then he’d now be slowing down. Exhausted by all his hard work. Luckily for me, he wasn’t, he was the Son, and so he had limitless energy.
They say that you can have too much of a good thing, I didn’t believe that, but now I do. I wanted it to end.
“Finish me off.”
He grunted something that I didn’t catch, and then he found another gear. My response was to make more noise than I’d ever done before. My pussy’s response was to contract.
He was making me come!
In an instance, it was surging through my entire body. It even made my toes curl up. At its peak I might have passed out. When it eventually ended I was whimpering.
As soon as I’d recovered I left him without speaking. We needed to talk, but it could wait until tomorrow. Before going back to my room I went to the bathroom to clean up. My climax had been so intense that I hadn’t felt him come inside me, but I knew that he had because of what was now seeping out of my pussy. There was a lot of it.
I slept well. Good sex always does that for me. When I woke, I was smiling. My pussy was suffering from the pounding that it had received from my Step-Son’s big cock, but that couldn’t spoil my good mood. Brad was next to me in bed, and he’d just woken up.
“Last night there was a lot of noise coming from Ryan’s room.”
There was now a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. How was I going to talk my way out of this?
“Were you downstairs?”
I could have kissed him. He’d given me a lifeline. When we’d disturbed his sleep he’d noticed that I was missing. However, it had never occurred to him that I might be with his Son.
“Yes. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to read so I went downstairs so that I wouldn’t wake you up.”
“That was nice of you.”
For the first time I felt guilty. I wasn’t just cheating on him, I was now compounding it by lying as well.
“You should have been here, they were putting on a show. I don’t know who is new girlfriend is but she was having a good time.”
Then he said more, “Do you think he’ll be fucking her again?”
I told him that I didn’t know, but really I did. Ryan would definitely be fucking her again, and as often as possible. However, it would have to only be when his Father was at work!
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